"Yundie, can't you let her wake up early?"

Yun Die, a woman in black, said: "With the medical skills of my subordinates, there is really no way to do it!"

Baili Xiufeng's face was slightly gloomy, and he said, "How many days will your master arrive?"

Yun Die said: "The subordinates don't know, but the subordinates sent a message that they were injured, and as long as the master receives the information, he will definitely come as soon as possible!"

This Yun Die is one of her secret guards, in addition to good martial arts, he also understands medical skills.

Baili Xiufeng said in a deep voice: "Within three days, this king wants your master to appear here! You can mobilize all your strength." This king doesn't ask about the process, as long as the result!"

Yun Die said: "Yes!"

Baili Xiufeng waved his hand, and Yun Die quietly retreated.

He stood in front of the bed and looked at the person on the bed with a calm face.

It was a woman, her face was as pale as paper, lifeless, and on a beautiful face, her eyebrows were lightly covered, as if she was asleep, and it turned out to be Yan Qingrui.

When Huangfu Yue arrived, there were actually two people on the bed. However, because of the woman's appearance, Huang Fuyue didn't think much about it.

At that time, when Baili Xiufeng saw the true face of the silver-faced Lang Jun, he was indeed hit a lot, and he turned back after leaving, just when Yan Qingrui was injured by Huang Fuyue, he didn't want to face Huang Fuyue head-on, and Yan Qingrui was seriously injured, and he had no intention of fighting, so he took her back to the Royal Annex.

After that, he immediately asked Yun Die to treat Yan Qingrui's injuries.

The smell of rouge filling the house was just a disguise for the faint smell of blood that still permeated the air even though it had been cleaned.

Baili Xiufeng leaned down slightly, facing the person on the bed, his expression changed, and finally sighed, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or amusement, with a little mockery in his tone: "This king should kill you, not only to eliminate the hatred of the Red Tiger Hall being eliminated, but also to receive a pen reward in Tianqian, killing two birds with one stone." But this king doesn't want you to die! Yan Qingrui, you'd better not die, if you die, it will be in vain for this king to work so hard to save you. ”

He couldn't ignore that when he saw Huang Fuyue's gun piercing her body from a distance, blood splattering, at that moment his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, a clear pain, and there was a momentary blank in his mind.

Fortunately, Yan Qingrui can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles, reacts quickly, senses that something is wrong, and has turned around to avoid the vital point.

It seems that the gun in the gun is pierced through the heart, but in fact, it is diagonally upwards and does not hurt the heart.

At that time, everything was developing as fast as lightning, and Huang Fuyue was kicked away by Yan Qingrui's remaining strength, thinking that the shot stabbed the heart of the silver-faced Langjun.

So although she searched all over the city, she didn't worry much, she just wanted to find those children.

As for the silver-faced Langjun, in her eyes, it was a person who had entered the Hades Palace for most of his body, and all he had to do was to find the body and be truly at ease.

Now, she is leading people to search the Qinghe Palace.

Because the sacrifice has ended, when she arrives at the Qinghe Palace, Shangguan Qianyu should also happen to come back.

However, when she arrived at the gate of the Qinghe Palace, she couldn't wait for Shangguan Qianyu for a long time, she didn't want to forcibly search and cause Shangguan Qianyu to be unhappy, so she quietly sent someone to ask if the Qinghe King was on the way.

After a while, the people who had gone to inquire came back to report that after the king of Qinghe had returned to the city from the altar of sacrifice, he had turned to Huaning Lane, and they had met the carriage of the king of Qinghe, and the king of Qinghe had instructed the coachman to pick him up again in the evening.